ber-rake my body, hold my bones, hold my bones

alright so i spent a lot of yesterday in my own little flurry of thought provoked by finally gaining access to the weird feelings brought on by the \LANDREFORM\ piece (which was put on by KUNSTrePUBLIK e.V., fyi) i saw at bb5 the other night and i'm feeling really excited by most of it.



what do you think about this

yesterday while i was having a little nappy (after round 3 of really provocative kunst) i all of sudden thought about how much a part of the whole 'spectacle' the spectators were. hm okay let's see if i can really say what i want to here. i mean in a sense, we were all being mocked. the whole thing was so ridiculous, but you really couldn't help but want to be a part of it all as well, especially since you were being given the opportunity. i mean, certain parts of me really wanted to get in a car (the parts that were a bit cold and lonely, the parts eyeing cute artists, you know) and i definitely do not think that i'm in any sense better than the people who did gleefully ride around the circle over and over again. something about what went on there upon reflection seems to have made me feel like attention was being drawn to in the face of useless economic determinism and destruction how we are often too attached to our subjective experience to be conscious of the ways we are maybe bound first by apathy or something. hmm, that sounds like garbage. what am i trying to say.

well in the little artist's statement for the event it says, ''Bored by the wasteful tedium ofeconomic determinism, their exhibition project'' aims ''to generate hypothetical stratgeies of action,'' - hypothetical strategies of action. well, one strategy would be to continue participating and thus condoning corporate privatization of public space, like we did the other night, and do all the time when we decide to ignore when signs go up on old land in fallow, ''rezoned for commercial use.'' and since it made me weird and angry to see people so willing to be a part of it, it also left me alone to question why (besides really obvious reasons like the fucking nasty and unnecessary combustion going on).

desperately searching for meaning has kind of lead me to feel like it was maybe really good art. sneakily interactive and participatory, we became a part of the exhibition and perhaps gave it the meaning that was sort of implicitly intended.

holy shit, imagine i had spent this much time thinking about aristotle and kierkegaard.
honestly, though how could i. the whole brilliance of very bizarre contemporary art is that it comes to you from all sorts of directions, not limiting your intake to something too often limiting as language.

ALSO,
more exciting Berlin news. if anyone caught the hanne hukkelberg ref in the last post (probably only A. J.(e)R.C. would...haaaaa...) they might also be interested to hear about how i was strolling through what i think is my favourite neighbourhood in this sweet, sweet city, Prenzlauer Berg, when i glanced at my map to see that i was almost at the intersection of Knaackstrasse and...Rykestrasse!! then i remembered that the first song on that album is called Berlin and i though, ah hah! where is 68! so i trooped up and down the street, for no particular reason really because what could i do? knock on the door, ''Hello, Hanne? It's me, Emily,'' but alas, the numbers only went to 51. still, though. i hope she recorded the album around there, that would make it even better.

i have photos of both of these things but i can't be bothered to do any uplodading at this point.

plus, i'm about to run out of ti